HWA Message Board: Licking the Wounds

Open scene.

We’re currently in a private hospital ward, location known only to a select few.

Partly that’s down to NDA’s customary when dealing with such high profile patients, but also because the man currently lying in the bed would frankly kick up such a stink to be in a normal ward that it’s just better for all involved to stick to the demands made of them.

And also, some of it has to do with being physically stalked and nearly killed several times in the previous months. That spa the occupant of the bed had enjoyed from time to time was now irrevocably tainted by the presence of the smelly, unwashed, barbaric little vermin who had dared to…

Hmm.

No, that’s his thoughts spilling over.

At present, the man is sat up, surrounded by pillows that support him.

He’s dressed in the white gown, chest rising slowly with his breath, stirring the fabric of the gown each time.

A thousand yard stare would be a good way to describe the look, he’s completely ignorant of everything in the room, lost in his own thoughts.

The former is actually par for the course with this man, the latter is of events that played out a few nights prior.

He was robbed.

He was humiliated.

He was bitten by just about every animal in that ring… he was sure one or two of the bites were from Monkey too now that he thought about it.

Wiping the sh*t away at the end of the match, both physically and literally had taken at least three showers.

Still, the man didn’t move a muscle.

These thoughts going through his head had clearly gone round time and time again over the previous few days. Long enough to not cause an immediate reaction…

But enough to simmer away underneath.

This was a man who had put it all on the line.

This was a man who had put his own dreams and aspirations on hold to slum it with someone that, frankly, didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as him, let alone dictate terms of a match.

The man scoffs, a sneering snarl that oozes venom and sounds louder than it should but for the room’s comparative lack of sound otherwise.

This was a man who had done what no other member on the roster would do.

That thought was an equal source of pride and utter frustration for him, as it showed that yet again he was above them all.

It was time that he made that point clear to those in management and those on the roster who otherwise ignored him… ignored his inherent greatness.

Another shudder runs through the man, his chin rising upwards, eyes flashing dangerously.

Yes, he’d need time to heal, time to cleanse himself of the poisons and ills that he’d endured and triumphed over in truth.

Then he’d cleanse the HWA of the notion that anyone could wrestle and walk in off the streets and make it.

Yes. He’d do just that.

But first.

A snapping of the fingers has an attendant moving in close to the bed.

’Get the camera, they’re having a press conference and it won’t f*cking do if they're without me,’

End scene.